In Church - Poem by Anon writer
He announced with a sneer
'Now listen here, all you sinners that can hear me-
Explain to me how
you'll plead when making
plastic boobies, swear words... nasty things
when the lord calls upon you
offering the forgiveness he often brings? '
'He'll send you to hell! '
'He'll punish you well! '
'You don't stand a chance, what you're doing! '
The crowd raved and screamed
Faith high esteemed
until a young man in the back
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